“Kitten, wake up” whispered Dean in Taylor’s ear as he trailed kisses on her neck.
Dean was spooning her, their legs intertwined.
“Leave me alone, I want to sleep” she mumbled.
“I see you are still not a morning person” he chuckled kissing her back softly.
“Of course, I am not a morning person. Especially after you kept me awake all night.”
“It has been eight months Tay. I missed making love to you. And given how loud you were, I know you liked me keeping you awake.”
Taylor blushed remembering how passionate their love making was. They missed each other. They had so much to say and they poured all the past months’ anguish into the night. The sense of urgency and the yearning were so intense that they kept pleasuring each other all night.
“Dean! This is not a way to talk to your Luna
